Chapter eighteen.

Skylar's pov

I don't know what just happened but I do know I feel pretty angry. 

I twist and turn in my bed, each position I take more comfortable then the past. 

A slight pain in my feet made me realize I still have the killer heels on. 

Huh.... So annoying. 

I peel them off one after the other, then throw them at the wall. 

About to lay back on the bed a realisation hit me. 

I walk up the stairs on heels, I literally forgot I had it on, but then I didn't fall. 

Maybe it isn't so bad after all. Was I too harsh on Grayson earlier, is he maybe mad at me. 

Grabbing the killer heels I head for the stairs, by the letter on the kitchen counter I could tell that Grayson had left for his afternoon classes. 

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